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This chapter is going to be in Edward's point of view. Ooooh :)

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Chapter 3

Edward

I grabbed my moss-green school bag, slinging it over my shoulder before proceeding to leave the house. My parents had both already gone off to work, and my sister, Alice, had just left for school.

I made my way to the driveway, clicking the 'unlock' button on my car key, waiting to hear the familiar 'beep' that came along with it.

Except… there was no resounding 'beep'.

Furthermore, looking up, I saw that there was no silver Volvo parked up in the driveway, either.

Naturally, my first, immediate reaction was to freak the hell out. Who in the world had stolen my car, and how in the world could they have managed that?

I mean, my house was heavily secured, and I was certain that there would have been some sort of sign that my car had been stolen – broken glass, something.

Taking several, deep breaths, I pulled out my phone, ready to call '911'. My thumb was literally hovering over the 'Call' button, when I saw a message from Jasper.

The text was enough to temporarily distract me, and calm me down - if only slightly - and allow myself to really think about this whole situation. And then I exhaled, pinching the bridge of my nose, coming to a reasonable conclusion to why my car was missing:

Alice.

I mean, I should've figured that she'd pull a stunt like this. Her Porsche had been impounded since last night, and me, being the idiot that I had been, had politely refused to drive her to pick it up.

But before you start shaking your head at how awful of a brother I am, you should know that I was up to my ears with an English project that was due the next day – well, today now.

I really couldn't afford having Mr. Jones screaming his head off at me, giving me yet another one of his lectures on 'irresponsibility'.

Plus, it wasn't like I had completely cut her off. I did say that I would drive her after school today. But apparently, that wasn't good enough for her.

I rolled my eyes, sisters.

It was one thing to borrow my car, but without leaving a note or letting me know in any form that she was going to use it? I shook my head, keeping my aggravation at my devil of a sister in check as I made my way to the bus stop.

Having no other way of transport since both of my friends were already at school, and a kleptomaniac had stolen my car, I had to resort to taking the bus.

So this day was off to a wonderful start….

Not.

Pulling out my matte black iPhone, I plugged in the headphones and let the soothing sound of classical music flood through my ears. Listening to Debussy, thankfully, always managed to calm me down when I was in the worst of moods.

It was a few minutes before the intercity bus pulled up, and the metal doors slid open.

Hopping onto the bus, I paid the driver the appropriate amount of money, before making my way to an empty seat in the back - hopefully there wouldn't be anyone sitting around the area that I was at.

It wasn't that I was a loner, per se. But sometimes, certain people just knew how to get on my last nerve. Whether it be small-talkers, flirty girls, or gum chewers, some bus-travellers just did not float my boat.

Raking my pale fingers through my already unruly bronze hair, I tried to focus on happy things instead of the pure aggravation I was feeling towards Alice at the moment. I still couldn't believe what she had done.

When the bus came to a halt at my stop, I basically raced out, walking the short distance to the school compound of Jarvis High.

It was only when I walked up to my locker that Emmett, one of my close friends, bombarded me asking me something about some Chemistry homework that was due today.

I stopped him mid-sentence, cocking an eyebrow, "Bro, I'm not in your chem class… remember?" I chuckled when I saw his face fall. Sometimes Emmett forgot that I was still a junior in high school, since I only hung out with Jasper and him, who were both seniors.

Jasper and Emmett had both been immediate friends to me since I'd moved to Chicago from Alaska a few months ago. I guess I had found the juniors in my class to be a bit too immature for my liking.

Plus, there was the fact that Jasper was my sister's boyfriend, so I always wanted to keep an eye on him. You know, to make sure that he wasn't checking other girls out, or secretly cheating.

Not that he was the kind of person to do that, but still. I needed to look out for Alice. Even though she acted like a gremlin sometimes - for example, today - she still was my sister.

After a few minutes, Emmett's face lit up like a kid on Christmas day. It was pretty hilarious, I had to admit. His reaction had just proved the fact that although he was buff and intimidating on the outside, when you got to know him, Emmett was really as unthreatening as a Chihuahua.

"Wait, what about Jasper? He's in my chemistry class, right? Where is he?" Emmett asked frantically.

I shrugged, picking up the books I needed for first period. "He sometimes hangs out behind Building B," I suggested to Emmett. He nodded in thanks, turning on his heel to go look for Jasper.

It was only then that I took a good look at his uniform, if it should even be called a uniform.

I shook my head, stopping him with my hand, "Dude, go fix your uniform in the bathroom. Campbell will give you a detention if he sees you dressed like a hobo. I'll go look for Jasper." I was referring to our principal, Jason Campbell, A.K.A. the strictest guy to ever walk the planet.

Emmett's amber eyes glinted with gratitude as he clapped me on the back. "Wow, thanks, man," he said before walking off to the washroom at school.

I nodded towards him, before shaking my head at my friend. I sometimes wondered how I was friends with him. I mean, we were sort of polar opposites.

I was reserved, shy, and smart, while he was... well, Emmett.

Clearing my head, I remembered the task at hand: find Jasper.

I had been hoping to start reading the new J.K. Rowling book before my classes started, but I guess that that wasn't going to happen at this rate.

Rounding the corner to the back of Building B, let's just say that I was not prepared for the sight that I witnessed.

I coughed, mentally throwing up when I saw him making-out with my sister… very, erm, passionately, it looked to me.

Cue cringe...or gag.

Really, either worked in this situation.

I looked away, coughing once more, "Jasper, Emmett's looking for you." Okay, so sue me for wanting to interrupt their 'moment', but it wasn't the most settling thing to see your sister getting attacked by someone's mouth.

I heard Jasper's labored breathing as he broke away from his lip-lock with Alice, "…Uhm, sorry, Edward…. Where is he?"

"Bathroom," I answered shortly, still avoiding looking at the two of them. Even though I appreciated his apology for his actions with my sister, it didn't erase the scarring image that was now forever imprinted in my mind.

It seemed that I'd be getting a lot more where those came from now that the two of them were officially a couple.

I saw Jasper walk away from my peripheral vision, and it was only when Alice was about to leave that I remembered my Volvo, and my head snapped towards her, "Alice, what the hell?"

I knew that Jasper would've sent me a death glare for speaking to Alice like this, even if I was her brother, so I silently praised the Lord that he had already gone.

She only looked at me innocently, her blue eyes shining mischievously, "What ever do you mean, brother?"

I seethed, "Seriously Alice. I could've just driven you to school, then dropped you off at the impound lot after."

Alice only grinned, "Yes, you could have. But where's the fun in that?... Oh, and if you don't mind, could you also take the bus after school? I'm staying back to watch the boys at football practice, so I'll need a ride back.

"And I know that you're skipping practice today to go to the library…so this should work out for the both of us."

I sighed, about to tell her that she could take the bus after football practice while I took my car, emphasis on the 'my'. But then she put her hands together in a begging motion, and actually made a sincere apology for borrowing my car this morning, saying that it would "never happen again" – yeah, right.

Still, at least she'd apologized, and honestly, I wasn't in the mood to really fight her on the matter. So, I muttered a, "Fine," making her clap her hands together, as she thanked me profusely.

Rolling my eyes at how this whole day was starting, I stalked off to class, slipping my hands into my pockets.

As I was leaving, I could've sworn I heard her mumble, "You'll thank me later."

Then again, it could've been my exhausted mind messing with me.

Thankfully, the rest of the day passed by without a hitch.

Lunch was eventful as always: Emmett, Jasper, and I, and the rest of our table were planning this elaborate prank to pull on Mr. Jones after he put me, Mike, and Tyler, out of class for 'talking excessively'.

The funny part was: we hadn't even been talking. I swear that all the teachers here either really hated their jobs, or were really bored with them - so punishing students was their only form of entertainment.

Other than English, classes were boring as usual, and Calculus was aggravating because there was a window placed right in the middle of the classroom - giving all of the boys a clear view of the girls at Haydn's College.

It would've been okay if the guys weren't constantly getting distracted and hindering Mr. Evans's lesson.

Seriously, I'm not being a nerd. Trust me, I hate doing work just as much as the next guy. But the thing is that if we didn't get our work done in class, it meant that teachers would just make up for it in the form of homework. And lots of it.

After taking out the textbooks I needed for my homework that night, I walked out of the school compound, making my way to the bus stop.

Long over my annoyance at Alice, I was now pretty nonchalant about taking the bus.

A few other students, from Jarvis High and Haydn's College alike, had gathered around the stop, so I let a few go on before me.

As I was walking down the aisle, I made sure that I had taken home everything that I needed, not in the mood to get home and realize that I had forgotten my Calculus textbook.

After a few minutes of shuffling through my bag, I sighed, realizing that I really might have forgotten my calculus textbook in school.

"Crap," I cursed, turning around, going through my bag once again; ready to go back into school if I truly had forgotten my textbook. But then I spotted the yellow book cover, and sighed in relief.

Good, I thought, pleased that at least one thing had gone right today.

I was about to turn back around and head to my seat when I felt a light impact to my chest. It was, however, enough to make me stumble, and drop my textbooks in surprise.

I bent down, looking for my books amongst the pile that had littered before me. It looked like the person I had bumped into had quite a bit of homework on their hands.

I certainly knew how that felt.

Reaching for my Biology textbook, I actually went rigid when I heard it... a bell-like voice apologizing, sounding like music to my ears, "I'm so sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going."

It was enough to make me forget about collecting my books, just so that I could see if the beautiful voice matched the person.

I hoped that I was wrong, knowing that I would probably make a complete fool out of myself in front of this girl if she was as breathtaking as she sounded.

And I was wrong.

She wasn't as breathtaking as she sounded. If possible, she was even more beautiful than her soft, chiming voice had made her out to be.

Her pale, smooth skin was a stark contrast to her dark brown locks which fell in soft waves down her shoulders.

Even though she wasn't standing up straight, I could tell that she had a slender, petite figure. God.

Her heart-shaped face contained perfect features: including plump red lips which were currently turned into a frown as she focused on the mess she had caused. I smiled unconsciously, she was adorable.

"Ugh, I'm such a klutz," she mumbled to herself, making me temporarily snap back into reality and stop my gawking.

I chuckled at her comment, "It's no problem," before returning to collecting my two books.

Good job, Edward, I congratulated myself, you haven't embarrassed yourself yet.

I had been avoiding looking back at her, knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to have to control to look away.

But of course, I could only restrain myself for so long... and it was in that moment of weakness, that I was met with a pair of wide, chocolate brown eyes looking right back into my own; curiously, shyly.

The feeling that came with her looking at me like that was enough to cause the wind to rush out my lungs.

Well…damn.

A/N: Oh my gosh, you don't even know how much editing I did for this one. I'm way happier with the outcome now.

The next chapter will be Edward's point of view continued. Hopefully it turns out alright!

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